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Imagine the amazing good fortune of the generation that gets to see the end of the world. This is as marvelous as being there in the beginning. How could one not wish for that with all one’s heart? How could one not lend one’s feeble resources to bringing it about?

Thought:

“I’d just, averting my gaze from the resettling of poor Ros, caught a glimpse of Alison past the bent back of her husband: she’d also turned away and was now watching the tall police officer, Bob, scrape dried blood off the walls into little pillboxes, and I thought, captured once more by the illusion of patterns: What love shared with theater is the poetry of space…”

Robert Coover | Gerald’s Party

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